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Nov. 24, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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My name is Harold Covington, and this is the third and final of a series of commentaries I've entitled The Ghost Dance.
The Ghost Dance
Thank you.
When the American Indians of the late 19th century faced extinction, even as white people do today, they believed that they could perform a huge act of ritual magic called the Ghost Dance that would raise the spirits of their mighty warrior ancestors from the dead so that they would return to earth and fight the white man and destroy him, as the shattered and demoralized remnants of the Plains tribes were no longer capable of doing for themselves.
Because dead warriors cannot be restored to life and living enemies cannot be destroyed with magic, the ghost dance failed them as it will fail us.
Today, we white people are the ones who are facing an existential threat of genocidal extermination through the abolition of national borders and uncontrolled immigration, but also culturally, economically, and politically.
The incoming Donald Trump presidency will be only a historically brief breather.
At best, a short Indian summer, maybe, before the long nuclear winter of our extinction.
And it may not even be that.
It could be that President Trump will simply betray us from day one in office.
Or it could be that through no fault of his own, he simply won't be able to restore any kind of order at all, and the whole ball of wax just crumbles into pieces.
Now, as wonderful as it's been for the past several weeks, watching the liberals shriek and tear their hair and rend their garments, I keep having to remind people that this is a battle won, and not the war.
The enemy is still intact and on his feet.
The reptilian creatures who want us all dead are still out there, circling like sharks, and already they're planning their return to power.
And many of them, government bureaucrats and officials and media swine and university professors and so on, never left power at all.
Like the Indians, we are responding to this imminent threat with our own version of the ghost dance, wherein we resist the physical invasion of our ancestral homelands in Europe and North America by hordes of mud-colored people with words, but not physical action of any kind, legal or otherwise.
We're trying to beat off an existential threat by posting Pictures of guns and Vikings and historical emblems to social media on the internet as if millions of black and brown bodies can be repelled and returned once they came with pictures.
And at the rate Twitter is canceling alt-right accounts, we won't be able to do that for long.
We, too, are summoning the spirits of our warrior ancestors to do our fighting for us, so that we ourselves will not have to undergo the terror and the fury and the danger of actual combat against armed enemies who want us dead and who might hurt us and interfere with our pleasures in life and generally inconvenience us.
Most of you will already have heard the first two parts of this Ghost Dance series, but let's run down the usual ritual disclaimers first.
Wherein I try to cover my ass with a fig leaf so that everybody can maintain the pretense that I'm not saying what we all know I am saying.
The fact is that we now live in a land where men are sent to prison for words alone.
Something that was never supposed to happen in America, but there it is.
I'm sorry to see the grand old First Amendment go by the board.
It used to be the jewel in this country's crown.
Who knows, maybe under President Trump it will bloom once again for a time.
Anyway, I'm not trying to incite anybody to commit acts of violence in the sense of Dylann Roof-type hissy fits.
No, really, I mean that.
That kind of thing is stupid and suicidal and pointless because it affects no change at all and usually generates all kinds of bad PR.
If you are absolutely determined to destroy yourself, go step in front of a bus and I'm tempted to say that I'm not...
Trying to incite anybody to break the law, but since what is legal and what is not has now become so hazy and taffy-pulled out of any relationship with reality that law, like everything else, has now entered the entirely subjective and post-factual era, and it's all about the narrative, like everything else.
Well, there's not much point in my trying that.
Legal and illegal is now no longer a matter of fact or law or truth.
It's a matter of interpretation.
It's whatever some political gangster in a black robe says it is.
I am harmless.
My ideas are not.
I'm not threatening anybody.
I'm threatening everybody.
I am threatening to change an entire social order and turn it upside down so that the first shall be last and the last shall be first.
As I believe it says somewhere in the Bible.
And that's always a dangerous thing to attempt.
I'll just have to see how that plays out.
Okay, are we all clear on that?
Are we ready?
Then let's begin.
One of the most notable features of white nationalism, the so-called alt-right or whatever the hell you want to call us, is that we are constantly discussing, analyzing, stating, and restating the problem.
Almost never is any actual solution to the problem ever mentioned, and even when it is, it's always in the most vague and tenuous of terms, often in ways that we already understand perfectly well to be ineffective and absurd, ways that have proven that they don't work.
Someone once said that the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and yet expecting a different result every time.
There you have 75 years of white nationalism encapsulated in a single sentence.
Often we know that our so-called solutions won't work because they're just more of the same old, same old.
Now, one of my favorites is networking, which these days almost always means nothing but internet.
We've all just got to network enough and millions of dark-skinned foreigners will simply disappear from the land and the niggers will go mumbling back to their shacks and Eisenhower will be back in the White House and Cindy Lou, the cheerleader, will be back in her bobby socks.
We can flop down, pick up the remote, and see what's on the tube tonight.
Or for you younger guys, I suppose it would be some idealized memory of the 70s or 80s or 90s.
Maybe with MTV and Pac-Man.
I used to think that white people were just really, really naive, not to mention dumb as a bag of hammers, but were not.
I've come to the conclusion that virtually every man and woman who becomes involved with us very quickly understands what we should be doing.
And when we do, we either turn and flee like a gazelle running from a wolf pack, or else we spend a large part of our political lives in an elaborate tissue of denial.
Because we don't dare do what we all know we should be doing, and yet we can't bear to simply sit there like lumps and take the blows that Obama's America rains down on our heads.
And, yeah, Trump or no Trump, this is still Obama's America, and it will be for any foreseeable future.
Any idiot can turn an aquarium into fish soup, but it's damn near impossible to turn the fish soup back into an aquarium, and that's what Donald Trump will be attempting to do.
Now, the purpose of these three little ghost dance talks of mine is to try and bring you to the point where you will take that fearless and searching moral inventory of yourselves I spoke about in Part 2, you will make a rational and informed decision to change, and you will do so.
You will deliberately, as a conscious act of will, alter the very kind of man or woman you are.
You will transform yourself into someone that your great-grandfather would have recognized.
You will then begin to take direct action in order to bring about change.
No, that is not a euphemism for violence or insurgent asymmetric warfare against the dictatorship, although that's certainly one form of direct action.
There are a number of entirely legal ways of taking direct action for change, beginning, of course, with the act of homecoming.
But all of them involve some degree of inconvenience and personal risk.
The inconvenience of changing one's own lifestyle and routine.
The risk of financial loss or contraction.
And more significantly, the risk that you will, in the course of things, be exposed to the public gaze as being different.
As being an outsider.
Not of the body, to use an old Star Trek term.
For herd animals like white people have become, that is a terrifying concept.
It's the first thing you need to grapple with inside your minds.
You must come to accept that if you are going to do anything effective that will help bring this horror show to an end, eventually others are going to find out about you.
Granted, there are a few people who really do assist this cause from positions of secrecy and concealment.
I know some of them.
The chances are virtually certain that you're not one of them, and that for you to be in any way useful and live up to your duty, people will eventually find out who you are, what you are, and some of them will be bad people who will give you hassle.
The white boys have been taught all their lives to run away from conflict.
We're going to have to reverse that little bit of social engineering.
One of our many serious problems is that when the majority of people get into contact with us and try to get involved, their first consideration above anything else is to continue to hide.
Now, that can be done up to a point, and I myself usually facilitate this as much as possible because the party is so desperate for help that I have to take whatever I can get on the conditions it's offered.
And usually those conditions involve allowing and assisting someone to keep on hiding their political and racial deviance from others, spouses, parents, and above all, from their employers or whoever gives them money.
Nor is this fear unreasonable.
Yes, cutting off a white man's money and taking his stuff is how the dictatorship maintains discipline and the outward conformity and consensus which is so vital to maintaining its power.
But things have now reached the point where what we require of you involves a good level of likelihood that other people will find out that your mind's not out of control and that you're thinking bad thoughts in your head.
Some of those people will attempt to bully you or intimidate you or do actual harm to you.
So, you let it happen.
You accept it.
You are a soldier and the enemy is going to shoot at you.
Comes with the territory.
This new man or woman you're going to transmute yourself into understands that the decision to do something about all this is dangerous, and that there is virtually no chance you are going to emerge unscathed.
You are going to lose things.
Maybe some of your stuff.
Maybe money.
Maybe friends.
Maybe a spouse or sex partner.
Maybe a wife and children like I did.
Just so you know that I'm not just blathering here, and I know personally whereof I speak.
And you accept it, like our forefathers did.
Down through the years, some of you will have come across a famous essay entitled The Price They Paid.
I'm going to read you a brief excerpt.
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
What fates befell them for daring to put their names to that document?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.
Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, and another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
I won't go on and read the rest of the essay.
You can find it on the internet, but you get the idea.
You guys are going to have to get rid of this entitled, white, middle-class idea That you can enjoy the thrills and the chills and the spills and the excitement of the game and yet never put anything on the table.
Tonstoffel, as Robert Heinlein wrote, there ain't no such thing as a free lunch.
In order to become a political soldier of the Northwest Republic, you need to rewire your noggin.
You will need systematically and brutally to suppress some bad things in your mind and your heart that have always been there, installed by the Jews.
You'll have to uninstall them, or in some cases revert to an earlier version of your genetic software, so to speak.
First off, you need to wrap your mind around something.
It's not all about you.
God Almighty, the Jews have turned us white folks into such sickening narcissists.
They know that the more people obsess and fill their minds and hearts with their own concerns and desires and doing what's best for them, the less room they'll have for what's best for others.
The kikes have done everything they can to sever the instinctual bond between white people, especially between white men and women.
And a lot of that consists of spoiling us rotten and convincing us from childhood that the world revolves around us.
There is a finite amount of love of which the human soul is capable, and the more love of self, the less love of others.
A large part of the Jewish social engineering to which we have been subjected for the last few generations has been aimed at nurturing a profound selfishness and self-absorption that is one of our people's most vile characteristics.
Yes, even in my generation, back in the time of abundance.
It wasn't so pronounced as among today's Generation Xers and Millennials, and a few like myself managed to walk through the fire untouched.
But the consumer society originated in my time, no question.
This self-absorption, this self-centered focus on ourselves and our own interest in welfare above all else, is probably the prime cause of our inability and our unwillingness to get our act together.
The unwillingness of white people to come to one another's aid in time of racial crisis is notorious.
It's legendary.
How many of you listening to this have ever run into some bad situation involving nigger trouble in some public place?
Most likely when you were young or in some situation where you couldn't escape forced personal contact with the primates.
Now, while the booga-booga-booga, whatever it was, was going down, the one memory that sticks with you is the sight of all the white people, including able-bodied white men, leaving you to your fate against the three or four or five coons, shuffling their feet, sidling away, crossing the street to avoid what's going on, hastily walking or downright running for the exits so as not to get involved.
If you were lucky, someone might call the police, for all the good that does, if they can do it around the corner where the niggers can't see them.
You think it's just contemptible yellow cowardice, and to some extent, yeah it is.
I mean, remember what I said in part two about most of today's white boys never having been in a fight in their lives, never having received a blow from their father or anybody else growing up and being terrified of being hit?
But it's also narcissism that made those white people walk and run away from you when you needed them, and the slightest intervention on their part probably would have put a stop to it simply by evening the odds.
They wouldn't help you because if they got involved, not only might they get hit or hurt, but somebody might accuse them of wicked evil racism.
Someone might try to mark them as different.
Somebody might come and take their stuff or their job, and their stuff and their job and their reputation in the herd is much more important than yours.
I deliberately included an episode like that in A Distant Thunder because of all the experiences that white boys have in high school and throughout their youth, which I've heard down through the years, that's one of the most common.
It happened to me, and the shame of seeing my own people disgrace their blood and their heritage by running away from vicious animals the color of diarrhea has never left me to this day.
The memory of that shame is one of the things that's kept me going all these years.
You need to make the decision that you will never walk away from a white boy or even more a white girl in racial trouble.
You will walk toward the trouble.
Not run and hide and pretend you don't see.
That is the true mark of a man in Obama's America.
That's the kind of man who will build in the Northwest Republic.
Not just decide, but when the occasion arises, you do it.
You put one foot in front of the other, and you walk toward the trouble, and you take whatever comes.
That's the test.
That's the mark of a man.
The world, events, other people, the great passing human comedy and tragedy.
It's not all about you.
It's not even a little bit about you.
You're important only as far as what you put into life, not what you take out of it.
And in any case, you're just not that important at all, really.
None of us is.
There are billions of people on this earth, and your story is just one grain of sand on an endless beach.
Now, in general, what I said is true.
But I'm going to qualify that a bit here.
In another sense, a moral sense, yes, it is about you.
Just not in the way you probably think.
It's not just about what you do.
It's about who you are, what kind of man you are.
Bill White once wrote to me that he was convinced that it is now impossible for us ever to win, but we can and we should do everything we can to save our own souls.
That, in his view, is possible.
In other words, we don't go into the struggle seeking victory or prize.
We go into it for the sake of the struggle itself.
Now, I agree with that up to a point.
I think Bill's wrong about one thing.
Yes, it is possible for us to win.
Hell, we could win with just a few thousand Class A white boys.
That's one of the things that really bugs me.
What we're trying to do here is not only possible if we can ever get a relatively small amount of people together organized and disciplined to the point where they'll do what they're told.
This society is so far gone that it wouldn't even particularly be a hard thing to do as revolutions go.
I have this vision in my mind sometime in the future of a bunch of old geezers like me, all veterans of the Northwest War of Independence, sitting around the fire with our cigars and glasses of cognac one night, whatever we were reminiscing about the old days.
And the comment that will invariably come up on these occasions is, God, I was always amazed at just how easy it was when we finally found our courage and got down to it.
I mean, Jesus Christ, look at what has come out during the last 18 months alone about how this country is run, by who, and what idiots these people are.
These people couldn't take it.
They'd break, although the whole thing would have to be played just right on our end.
I figured I got it about right in my novels.
Start with a thousand Class A's organized and positioned right, and it would take about five years.
Maybe if I can get through to enough of you with these ghost dance talks, we can even give it a shot someday.
Sorry, rambling again.
That kind of self-knowledge is not only a good thing, it's essential to doing your racial duty.
The innate acknowledgement that there is something in the cosmos greater than ourselves, and that it asks nothing of us that is beyond our strength.
Now, if we call this thing God, then we must obey it.
If we call this thing duty, then we must fulfill it.
Because something in us demands it.
That is, if our souls are not completely diseased and atrophied.
We enter this cause not because we want to get something out of it, but because we want to put something into it.
We do not do what we do because we seek some kind of personal gain or advantage, either material or in the form of fame or power or to satisfy our egos.
We do this because it is right.
The hills and all the way Through flanders fortune go and spay King George commends me away Over the hills and far away When duty calls me I must go To stand and face another foe The thoughts of me will always
stray Over the hills and far away O'er the hills and all the main Through flanders fortune go and spay King George commends me away Over the hills and
far away If I should fall to bite the war If I should fall to bite the war As many comrades did
before Then ask the pipes and drones to play Over the hills and all the main Through flanders fortune go and spay
And calling lads behind the drum, with colours blazing like the sun along the road to God what may overuse me.
far away Over the hills and all the plain Through the landers Portugal and Spain King George commands and we obey Over the hills and far away Over the hills and all the plain Through the landers Portugal and
Spain King George commands and we obey Over the hills and far away Over the hills and all the plain Through the landers Portugal and Spain King George commands and we obey Over the hills and all the plain Through the landers Portugal and
Spain Over the hills and all the plain Through the landers Portugal and Spain King George commands and we obey Over the hills and all the plain Through the landers Portugal and Spain And we obey Through the landers and we obey
I kicked around the idea of whether or not I was going to get into this last part at all, because there's a chance that some of you may simply think I've gone cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, and a few others who might think I'm blaspheming against Jesus or Odin or Yahweh or whoever, which is not my intention.
Oh, what the hell, let's live dangerously.
I've been talking about moral duty here, and that's kind of hard to do without mentioning religion, which I normally never do at all, and which I will do now only in the most brief and tangential of ways.
Although this isn't something I even consider to be religion, it's just a form of natural science we don't understand yet.
Look.
The primary way in which narcissism, and screw you Jack, I've got mine, and refusal to engage in the real world as you find it have always been justified among human beings, is this standard excuse that Well, it's my life.
It's the only one I've got.
And so it's my right and my responsibility to myself to live only for myself and accumulate all kinds of money and inject all kinds of booze and drugs into my body and have all kinds of sexual hijinks with women and men and Filipino prostitutes and animals and McCormick Reapers because you only go around once in this world.
Well, no, you don't.
You actually go around quite a few times.
Now, I am not trying to preach, or convince anybody, or found a new religion, or anything like that.
It's just that I happen to know this is the case.
I don't believe it.
I know it, if you follow the difference.
Through an accident of circumstance long, long ago, I learned that we live multiple lives on Earth.
That's just the way it is, and you folks may believe me, or not, as you choose.
You want to think I'm full of it, or I'm playing with a Deck 51, that's fine.
It doesn't matter what you believe.
You can not believe in the ocean if you like, but if you fall into it, you're still going to get wet.
Hey, it's not like we're not all going to find out eventually, right?
Now, as to the finer points of this cycle of repeated existence, whether it is eternal or just long, Where it begins and where it ends, the whole karma thing, and to what degree this is a process of nature, and to what degree there is a guiding purpose and intelligence behind it.
Now, there I see all kinds of room for debate and speculation and research, and sometimes I'll spend an afternoon or an evening online dabbling in such things, but that's about it.
I do believe that with some few exceptions, our purpose in this life is to be living and dealing with.
This life, not concerning ourselves with the next.
You don't have to believe in any of this, but the fact is that I know and I behave accordingly, and so this is how I see this whole issue we're talking about here as to why you people all need to put your personal considerations aside and get with the program.
There is no vengeful God who is going to punish you for hating Nignogs or whoever, and yeah, you do get multiple second chances.
I'm telling you guys this now because it might help some of you make that decision that you're not going to do all this Obama-American crap, and you're going to hit the reset button in your soul and take yourself back a century in the spiritual sense.
You should have no real difficulty in recovering the mind and heart and soul of your great-grandfather because you were around back then as well.
You just don't remember.
Depending on how zen or new-agey or Harry Potter you are, you don't just come into this world and begin a new life and then bebop on through it with no purpose, although God knows millions on millions of people seem to be doing just that.
Question is, are they supposed to be doing it?
I don't know.
Anyway, I take the view that, karmically speaking, this life we're in now, this is a workday.
We are here for a purpose, which is to restore the balance to the cosmos by serving the 14 words, securing the existence of our people and the future for white children, and making sure that the white race, which is such a vital part of the cosmic plan, whatever it is, never becomes extinct.
Now, most of you have doubtless had lives in the past, and will have more in the future, wherein you could live for your own personal pleasure and your own personal spiritual growth, all that New Age moo, kind of spiritual weekends that were made for Michelob.
I kind of envy people who seem to be having lives like that, but this life is not one of those, at least not for me, and I think not for you.
Like I said, this is a work day.
The incarnation cycle is sometimes referred to as a school to which we return lifetime after lifetime in order to learn and grow.
If that's true, then this life is a school day, most likely the cosmic equivalent of an exam day to see if we can rise to the challenge.
I'm convinced that the Jews are the work of another source of cosmic creation, different from who or what created us, and different also from who or what created niggers and Asians.
And the Jews were put here by that source deliberately to interfere with everybody else's development, to do us harm and to kill us off if they can.
Or maybe our Creator put us here so that we could kill them off eventually.
I have no idea, and I'm not worried about it.
But in this life, this existence, we're supposed to be concentrating on the task at hand, which is to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
To me, those fourteen words are not just something David Lane said in a courtroom.
They are today's work order.
They're what I've been assigned to do this time around and what a hell of a lot more of you have been assigned to do, but those damn kikes have turned your brain to tapioca pudding with their damned electronic screens and now you're wandering the earth like zombies.
I wish to hell you'd all snap out of it and come up here and give me a hand, because we haven't got a whole hell of a lot of time left.
I wish to hell you'd all snap out of it and come up here and give me a hand, because we haven't got a whole lot of time left.
I was a highwayman Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my tray Many a soldier shed his light blood on my blade Bastards hung me in the spring of 25 I am still
alive.
I was a sailor.
I was born upon the tide.
Well, the sea I did abide.
I feel this school around the hall of Mexico I went aloft to purl the main suit in a blow And when the yards broke off Don't they say that I got killed?
But I am living still.
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